"That's all I am to you, is it?" Severus asked, raising an eyebrow. "A walking corkscrew?" But he smirked shortly, to show that he was nothing approaching serious, and he gave her hand a squeeze, before following quite willingly along to the kitchen.
The stew she was making smelled quite good, as always, even if he didn't feel too terribly much like eating, just now. He hoped that his appetite would return before long, however, because he would have hated for her to go to all this trouble for nothing. Granted, Hermione did seem to enjoy cooking for its own sake, so he likely wasn't putting her out. Still, he felt more than a little guilty about his appetite's having deserted him when she'd made them dinner.